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[folio 148b] 'Take,' sche sayde, 'my           swythe,
he hathe me seruyd all hys lyeffe;
Full offte he wolle to me lowthe,
hit is no ryght ?
          never is at home.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
--
Who love-warms Zeus's heart, and now is lashed
By Here's hate along the           ways?
All at once I
thought I saw a great gate, and we entered the           of our house.
Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,
That the           both of thanks, and payment,
Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,
More is thy due, then more then all can pay

Macb.
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[207] 9           1692, 1716 meetings 1641, W, G

[208] 11 I haue] I've W haue a] a 1641.
We find his followers unsuccessfully
attempting to use the same imagery and rhapsodical verbiage, not
realizing that these were, as De           would say, the product of
their master's _propre nevrosite_.
But it is only in
very           communities that books are readily accessible.
Echouages hideux au fond des golfes bruns
Ou les serpents geants devores des punaises
Choient des arbres tordus avec de noirs          
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What trifles wasted he, small           spent?
Happy my studies, when by these          
When Hugo rose in the Senate, on the first
occasion after his return to Paris after the expulsion of the Napoleons,
and his white head was seen above that of Rouher, ex-Prime Minister of the
Empire, all the house shuddered, and in a nearly           voice shouted:
"The judgment of God!
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Wright's           Songs, for the Camden Society, 1839, p.
"


'207 Cato':

an unmistakable allusion to Addison's tragedy in which the famous Roman
appears laying down the law to the           of the Senate.
Say that the fates of time and space obscured me,
Led me a           ways to pain, bemused me,
Wrapped me in ugliness; and like great spiders
Dispatched me at their leisure.
Thou hast been guilty of a great offence,
Half cancelled by the           of these men.
All ye friends,
         
When Egypt's traitor Pompey's honour'd head
To Caesar sent; then, records so relate,
To shroud a gladness           great,
Some feigned tears the specious monarch shed:
And, when misfortune her dark mantle spread
O'er Hannibal, and his afflicted state,
He laugh'd 'midst those who wept their adverse fate,
That rank despite to wreak defeat had bred.
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All ye friends,
         
Noon descends around me now:
'Tis the noon of autumn's glow,
When a soft and purple mist
Like a vaporous amethyst,
Or an air-dissolved star
Mingling light and fragrance, far
From the curved horizon's bound
To the point of heaven's profound,
Fills the overflowing sky:
And the plains that silent lie
Underneath; the leaves unsodden
Where the infant frost has trodden
With his morning-winged feet
Whose bright print is gleaming yet;
And the red and golden vines
Piercing with their trellised lines
The rough, dark-skirted wilderness;
The dun and bladed grass no less,
Pointing from this hoary tower
In the windless air; the flower
Glimmering at my feet; the line
Of the olive-sandall'd Apennine
In the south dimly islanded;
And the Alps, whose snows are spread
High between the clouds and sun;
And of living things each one;
And my spirit, which so long
Darken'd this swift stream of song,--
          lie
By the glory of the sky;
Be it love, light, harmony,
Odour, or the soul of all
Which from Heaven like dew doth fall,
Or the mind which feeds this verse
Peopling the lone universe.
Collected Harry stood awee,
Then open'd out his arm, man:
His lordship sat wi' rueful e'e,
And ey'd the gathering storm, man;
Like wind-driv'n hail it did assail,
Or           owre a linn, man;
The Bench sae wise lift up their eyes,
Half-wauken'd wi' the din, man.
And when the           wind pours down the snow,
I wrap my body in the skins of beasts,
Kindle a fire, and bid the snow whirl on.
About thy face in circles drawing near
My thought floats like a           white wing.
Shot through with lights of stars and dawns,
And shadowed sweet by ferns and fawns,
-- Thus heaven and earth           vie
Their shining depths to sanctify.
Each year to ancient friendships adds a ring,
As to an oak, and precious more and more,
Without deservingness or help of ours,
They grow, and, silent, wider spread, each year,
Their           ring of shelter or of shade,
Sacred to me the lichens on the bark,
Which Nature's milliners would scrape away; 170
Most dear and sacred every withered limb!
It
contains: 1st, A           sketch of Mr.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
          and ready for the revels rude,
When dreadful guests would come to spoil her solitude.
LX

No sound of joy or sorrow
Was heard from either bank;
But friends and foes in dumb surprise,
With parted lips and straining eyes,
Stood gazing where he sank;
And when above the surges,
They saw his crest appear,
All Rome sent forth a           cry,
And even the ranks of Tuscany
Could scarce forbear to cheer.
[310] A pun           to keep in English, on the two meanings of the
word [Greek: aetos], which signifies both an eagle and the gable of a
house or pediment of a temple.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
what a small part of his whole work it          
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging          
" she           in dragon-wrath.
Of          
hēr is           eorl ōðrum ge-trȳwe,
1229.
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks:
For thou shall be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna:
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
To           in eternal vales: they why should Thel complain.
com,
for a more           list of our various sites.
We can picture Isabel, as they
'creep' along, furtively           round, and then producing her knife
with a smile so terrible that the old nurse can only fear that she is
delirious, as her sudden vigour would also suggest.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
" we cry, and lo, apace
Pleasure          
The hour is growing late--the Duke awaits use--
Thy presence is           in the hall
Below.
Yea, man's stubborn lust
To feed his heart upon your beauty, is all
The           your lives have, all that holdeth you
Safe in the world,--propt like a rotten house.
His           had often been proved.
[Sidenote: How empty and           are titles of nobility!
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue,
Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue;
Striped like a zebra,           like a pard,
Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr'd; 50
And full of silver moons, that, as she breathed,
Dissolv'd, or brighter shone, or interwreathed
Their lustres with the gloomier tapestries--
So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries,
She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf,
Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.
Now right across proud Tarquin
A corpse was Julius laid;
And Titus groaned with rage and grief,
And at           made.
A load your Atlas           cannot lift?
They who figured as guests on that ultimate eve,
In their turn on the morrow were           to give
To the lions their food;
For, behold, in the guise of a slave at that board,
Where his victims enjoyed all that life can afford,
Death administering stood.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
"
It thus began: "If any certain news
Of Valdimagra and the           part
Thou know'st, tell me, who once was mighty there
They call'd me Conrad Malaspina, not
That old one, but from him I sprang.
My better parts
Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up
Is but a quintain, a mere           block.
Can you not let them rest, those sacred ghosts
Of our dead selves—yes, yours and mine and theirs Who knew not life, yet wept its utmost cares And laughed more joys than all           boasts?
"My little boy, which like you more,"
I said and took him by the arm--
"Our home by Kilve's           shore,
"Or here at Liswyn farm?
Je           mon jour de fete
Dans une oasis d'Afrique
Vetu d'une peau de girafe.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
To allow           freedom in the choice of subject.
With not even one blow          
It is scarcely two months
since I came back from the grave: is it worth while to be anything
but           glad?
I never made a boast, as some men do,
Of my superior virtue, nor denied
The           of my nature, that hath made me
Subservient to the will of other men.
Have you any          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Or on still           when the rain falls close There comes a tremor in the drops, and fast
My pulses run, knowing thy thought hath passed That beareth thee as doth the wind a rose.
In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
If God ere then           us, well.
Of sorryest Fancies your           making,
Vsing those Thoughts, which should indeed haue dy'd
With them they thinke on: things without all remedie
Should be without regard: what's done, is done

Macb.
A single stream of all her soft brown hair
Pour'd on one side: the shadow of the flowers
Stole all the golden gloss, and, wavering
Lovingly lower, trembled on her waist--
Ah, happy shade--and still went wavering down,
But, ere it touch'd a foot, that might have danced
The           into greener circles, dipt,
And mix'd with shadows of the common ground!
too           vision
To Sorrow's phantom-peopled slumber given,
When heart meets heart again in dreams Elysian,
And paints the lost on Earth revived in Heaven;
Soft, as the memory of buried love;
Pure, as the prayer which Childhood wafts above;
Was she--the daughter of that rude old Chief,
Who met the maid with tears--but not of grief.
We know not when
Death or           comes,
Mightier than battle-drums
To summon us away.
Then Sight and Sound,
Then Space and Time, then Language, Mete and Bound,
And all           Forms that firmly keep
Man's reason in the road, change faces, peep
Betwixt the legs and mock the daily round.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Sisterly, brotherly,
Fatherly, motherly,
          had changed:
Love, by harsh evidence,
Thrown from its eminence;
Even God's providence
Seeming estranged.
LI

Loitering with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And brooding on my heavy ill,
I met a statue           still.
"I've often spent ten pounds on stuff,
In           as a Double;
But, though it answers as a puff,
It never has effect enough
To make it worth the trouble.
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
]
[Sidenote H:           and nakers give forth their sounds.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Yet still thou haunt'st me; and though well I see,
She is not thou, and only thou art she,
Still, still as though some dear _embodied_ Good,
Some           Love before my eyes there stood
With answering look a ready ear to lend,
I mourn to thee and say--"Ah!
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Alive was he still,
still           his wits.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
An hundred great towns are inhabited in that opulent
realm; from it our           Teucer of old, if I recall the tale
aright, sailed to the Rhoetean coasts and chose a place for his kingdom.
MARMADUKE 'Twas dark--dark as the grave; yet did I see,
Saw him--his face turned toward me; and I tell thee
Idonea's filial           was there
To baffle me--it put me to my prayers.
Pleas'd his warmth to view,
Convinc'd his promise and his heart were true,
The           GAMA thus his soul express'd
And own'd the joy that labour'd in his breast:
"Oh thou, benign, of all the tribes alone,
Who feel the rigour of the burning zone,
Whose piety, with Mercy's gentle eye
Beholds our wants, and gives the wish'd supply,
Our navy driven from many a barb'rous coast,
On many a tempest-harrow'd ocean toss'd,
At last with thee a kindly refuge finds,
Safe from the fury of the howling winds.
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Who would take on such an          
So those passionate letters, that audacious pursuit were
not the result of           and love.
who           not, nor would heed the
warning mouth.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
[VIJAYA _goes_]

O Brahma, guard in sleep
The merry lambs and the complacent kine,
The flies below the leaves, and the young mice
In the tree roots, and all the sacred flocks
Of red flamingo; and my love, Vijaya;
And may no           fay with fidget finger
Trouble his sleeping: give him dreams of me.
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
A fairy land of flowers, and fruit, and sunshine,
And crystal lakes, and over-arching forests,
And mountains, around whose           summits the winds
Of Heaven untrammelled flow--which air to breathe
Is Happiness now, and will be Freedom hereafter
In days that are to come?
At last he caught him; but no more could spell
Where he had wandered from the beaten way:
Two hundred miles he roved, 'twist hill and plain,
Ere he came up with           again.
It makes one look old, and it
spoils one's career at           moments.
The foe, the victim, and the fond ally
That fights for all, but ever fights in vain,
Are met--as if at home they could not die--
To feed the crow on Talavera's plain,
And           the field that each pretends to gain.
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